"What weapons does General Zhang need?"

Zhang Shidong reached out and took off the cane hanging on his calf. He dared to shout a dog-beating stick worth 30 billion and handed it over.

He didn't even sit down. Zhang Shidong lit a cigarette. He was too clear about what he was trying to do at this time and had nothing to say. He would not be vague when he should stand up. He lit a cigarette and looked around, and finally his eyes fell on Yao Shentong: "Go in with me and have fun?"

The audience was silent. Those who knew a little more knew that this was Zhang Shidong's style. If he didn't take the opportunity to take revenge, it wouldn't be him.

Yao Shentong smiled calmly, and said lightly without caring about embarrassment: "If I can go in and settle the matter, I don't have to call you here."

Zhang Shidong glanced at him. This guy was very interesting and he was quite calm.

"Where are people from the action team who want to go in?"

How can one be alone? Isn’t the action team in the limelight recently? Now you are going to come forward and you need to carry the banner. Do you dare to stand up?

Not only the operation team standing outside, but also ninety-nine people came from the Yanjing Military Region and some special service personnel were waiting outside. They were already numb. Everyone knew who was at the same level after two tests. Everyone knew how terrifying it was inside. Now few madmen still felt that they were okay, and that little arrogance was beaten to pieces.

"I'm not from the operation team, I'm the one." The virus appeared in the charming posture of a big man who snatched his feet, with a perverted demeanor. He held a shotgun in his hand and a hijab on his legs.

"I'm not from the operation team either, I'll go in and have fun." The old ghost had a serious face, his already terrifying cheeks, and the people at the scene couldn't help but take a breath.

"I'm from ninety-nine places." Peacock held a gun in each hand, and two revolvers were hung on his legs.

Wan Meng and many fierce soldiers at ninety-nine places all chose their own weapons and stood up. The murderous aura emerged from the battlefield. Except for Wan Meng, everyone had seen blood more than once. Wan Meng was already fierce. Now it was time for him to show his tough side. Naturally, he refused to retreat at all.

So many people slapped the face together, Lao Dun squinted his eyes and said nothing. The generals at the scene also closed their mouths and didn't speak. At this time, whoever spoke to save the action team would be equivalent to offending ninety-nine departments. They were all executive departments, so they would not ignore the task in order to control the qi. Now it depends on whether the action team can withstand this insult.

The members of the action team glared at each other, and a few of them couldn't help but want to stand up and rushed in. There was no way. The boss didn't say anything, even if they were cowardly, they could only stand up.

Yao Shentong was silent, just like his poker face, with a gentle appearance and a numb state. It was as if he had not heard the insults at Ninety-Nine, and his only action was to stop his subordinates and let them be silent.

A few of them stood aside with blushed faces and stomped their feet hard. At this time, the light was infinitely concentrated on the body of ninety-nine places. Who told me that there was a good boss who could really take it on and rush up when things happened?

Zhang Shidong waved his hand, shook his head at the people behind him, and the golden needle flashed between the fingers of the dog-beating stick in his hand. The cigarette was in his mouth, and it looked so crazy that it was. The demeanor of Brother Ma in the hotel back then reappeared.

After the door opened for a crack, it closed immediately. A thick smoke squeezed out from inside. Zhang Shidong's figure had disappeared. His eyes were good at seeing a black shadow inside that was about to rush out. He was knocked in by the dog-beating stick in Zhang Shidong's hand.

From now on, everyone could only wait. Many people thought that it would be the current scene. Everyone knew Zhang Shidong's style. He would never let the brothers around him go up and die without being sure, even if he rushed forward alone.

Let me say praise. Zhang Shidong's personality is another weakness. He will never suffer losses and will always put himself in the position of a strong man. It is precisely because of this that the action team will rise. Otherwise, with the original power of ninety-nine places, as long as Zhang Shidong understands a certain degree of compromise, it will never be the end of being gradually marginalized now.

You can't say it's really good. Now Yanjing is waiting for news. Such a big event is here, whoever can set it up is a hero. Now Zhang Shidong dares to do it. He is a hero and the master of this place. Everything he says is right, everything he does is right. Didn't see Yao Shentong always remain silent? We must admit a fact that a capable person always has the opportunity to speak. Once you are given the opportunity to speak, everyone will think that whatever you say is right.

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The smoke emitted from the burning minimizes the visible conditions, and the choking smell comes to your nose. The spicy smoke hits your face and instantly crushes your tear glands, causing your tears to fall quickly like fallen leaves.

The sound of gunfire, the low roar, and a strange sound formed the sound that Zhang Shidong heard in his ears at this moment. The smell of fishy blood accompanied by the pungent smoke stimulating his nose, which also indicates that your enemy is not far from you.

The dog hit the stick and hit the real thing. The sound of a thumping sound came. Zhang Shidong's body was circulating in the thick smoke, dodging the bullet spray, and did not hold a gun or throw out the silver needle because these had almost no impact on the enemy. If they didn't take it, they would not expect it. Once they were thinking about it and felt that it would work, they would hesitate and depend on it when they acted. In the end, they would make mistakes. A real strong man fights, a little mistake can determine success or failure. Although Zhang Shidong has the protection of his body, he still adheres to the caution that a strong man should have. He does not want to expose too many secrets on his body. If many people really know that he is invulnerable to swords and guns, it is not worth it.

Suddenly, the gunshot stopped, the smell of smell disappeared, and the surroundings were silent, and there was no other sound except the burning sound and the clattering sound.

Zhang Shidong's mouth with cigarette in his mouth moved, and spit out the smoke and was instantly swallowed by the nearby smoke. His true energy was removed from the body. He strategically despised the enemy and attached great importance to it tactically. The incident of capsizing the gutter all originated from underestimating the enemy.

"You don't have to be so nervous!" The sudden female voice broke the quiet around her, her voice a little stubborn, like a person who can't speak Chinese for the first time after learning it. There was a little noise and delay in the awkwardness, and several parts were broken in one sentence.

A figure appeared in front of Zhang Shidong in a blur: "Come with me."

Zhang Shidong was holding a dog-beating stick, shocked inside, but he remained calm on the surface, threw away the cigarette butt, followed behind the female researcher, feeling the whirring breathing not far away. There was a local dog guarding this place, and there was a gunman working a few meters away.

In a room, there is less smoke, and the body is stained with some blood and some minced meat, which looks disgusting, especially when you see two monsters coaxing and reconciling, you will feel even more disgusting.

"We are the same kind, aren't we?"

Just in this sentence, Zhang Shidong's mind was like a thunderous initiation. He had always had a special but inaccurate feeling about the effects of genetic drugs. He finally found the root cause. He had considered it but subconsciously avoided it.

What is the perfect genetic warrior and what is the perfect genetic medicine?

Everyone has different answers like this, but in the final analysis, super physical fitness, super combat awareness, powerful strength and explosive speed reflect agility. What does these look like when they reach the extreme? Will they be like Superman described in the movie novel?

What is Superman?

Isn’t Zhang Shidong himself the real version of Superman?

Could it be...

A woman and two men on the opposite side rushed towards him naked, without so-called weapons. For those who felt the current strength of their bodies, bare hands and empty fists were the king and the most powerful destructive power.

"Hold!"

While frightened, Zhang Shidong had no intention of hiding his strength. He spurted out his true energy regardless of everything, and as the power of his arm was transmitted to the dog-beating stick, he hit the male monster rushing in front, and directly cut it off with a blunt weapon. The door behind him opened, and two figures rushed in.

Are ordinary humans their opponents for monsters who know how to set traps?

One was cut in half, and the rest surrounded him without attacking. Looking at the monster split into two on the ground, Zhang Shidong raised his foot and stepped on the upper half of the head. The dog-beating stick hit the lower half of the pelvis. He smashed it several times in a row and then smashed the upper half into a piece of meat sauce. The monster with genetic drugs mutated can only become a pile of rotten meat at this time, and he can't die anymore.

"No, no, no, we have no intention of being enemies with you. You are the king, our king." The female researcher waved her hands first, then knelt on the ground, raised her hands above her head in a posture of greeting the dawn, with a little piety in her stiff expression, and she knelt in the flesh mud, her hands stained with blood and dripping on her body without realizing it.

The remaining male warrior looked a little mute. He wanted to rush forward and had an instinctive fear of Zhang Shidong. It was the local dog and the domestic pig who were panting and circling around Zhang Shidong, constantly provoking and gradually restraining the fierce light in his eyes. A little pet encountered the owner's shaking tail and begging for mercy. The local dog had to lean over and rub his head with his head to rub Zhang Shidong's legs.

As a 21st century Internet youth, Zhang Shidong's mind was filled with all kinds of fantasy ideas on the Internet. Using reasonable explanations from fantasy thinking can bring a perfect end to this matter, but no matter how they draw them, these monsters in front of him cannot exist!

"kneel!"

Zhang Shidong pointed to the female researcher, commanded the other three living monsters in the house in a way of sound and action, and knelt down in front of him, and regarded himself as the king.

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